02-01-2011, 01:18 AM
He was not requested--or at least not yet. The scarred male was just conveniently nearby, as he always seemed to be, lingering about the area where he was most needed. Perhaps it was a leader's intuition, perhaps not, but Jefferson performed his duties as they were meant to be, and that was that. The male stumbled upon their scents, the two women he recognized and appreciated well, as well as the lingering smell of one more foreign; prompted without words, he followed to meet them.
Jefferson, wide-shouldered and towering above the women, stepped out from the underbrush, his scarred scowl somewhat less effective than most days. "Story time?" he said, smirking his scars, before glancing down at the foreign girl, who seemed timid enough to faint on the spot. "Jefferson. I lead here. You are...?"
Jefferson, wide-shouldered and towering above the women, stepped out from the underbrush, his scarred scowl somewhat less effective than most days. "Story time?" he said, smirking his scars, before glancing down at the foreign girl, who seemed timid enough to faint on the spot. "Jefferson. I lead here. You are...?"